The Age Of Light (The Ava'Lonan Herstories Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
The light turned through the air and the silence, drenching the lain with the sweet presence of itself, the afterzen crushed with its perfume as the Season’s blossoms wept their scent. The scent of afterzen surrounded Soku as she sat back in her sunken marble bath, washing her hair. She sighed with contentment, smiling. It had been a long time since she had washed it without aid. Forgetting all troubles and losing all cares in the honey-scented water, she took great pleasure in washing the thigh-length, silken mass. Her hair was her pride and the symbol of her standing, that which marked her as Queen. For it was her hair, when guinned and arranged, that made her crown, the Dakua crown of the Doan. When guinned it hung straight to her thighs, before the intricate winding and fastenings bound it up into the standard of her Tribe, Family, and Reign, the hundred and tenth Queen of the Tribe Doan. Of course, it was not thigh length at this moment. The hair of the people of Ava’Lona, when freed from the guinne and wet so that the natural spirals of the strands asserted themselves, drew up tight to a thick round quantity.
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